Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Organ,
Audionom,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.